independent & selective multimuse (canon & original character), run by manon (she/they; 28 y/o).
fandoms include: the x-files, hannibal, underworld, hill house, marvel, acotar, the empyrean, etc. beta editor ONLY. please read rules before interacting, though i'm quite chill and they're pretty basic. icons used here are all my own, though the template was made by the lovely @villainsrph (he has also made a majority of the graphics used on this blog, as a whole), and the psd used can be found HERE by @elitepsds with some edits by me.
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BEDELIA DU MAURIER. primary. canon - hannibal (nbc). gillian anderson
ELEANOR CRAIN. primary. canon - haunting of hill house. victoria pedretti
OLIVIA CRAIN. secondary. canon - haunting of hill house. carla gugino
TONY STARK. primary. canon divergent - mcu. robert downey jr
chin lifts ever so slightly, the man's eyes even narrowing a bit. he's wary of sharon carter, though he has little reason to actually be. ❝ i don't think we've officially met. ❞ he muses aloud, offering his hand to the woman as they meet in the middle of the room. ❝ i was going to start off with mentioning how your aunt was more of a parent to me than my own father, but that's probably not the foot we want to start off on. ❞ he laughs, making light of his own childhood trauma as if it's nothing. luckily, it doesn't affect him as much today as it once did. ❝ i'm tony stark... you can call me tony. ❞ he almost feels silly for stating his first and last name; most people do, in fact, know who he is.
he grins at violet as she approaches, but he won't speak a word. he knows it'll irritate her, to say the least, and such is why he'll lean back against the wall behind him, arms casually crossing over his chest. a single brow raises, xaden daring her to speak first. they're both stubborn at the best and worst of times, especially when it comes to one another, and neither know how to back down from a challenge.
there is murder written all over the blonde's face, but they both know it doesn't mean anything... at least not right now, not yet. a perfectly manicured brow lifts. ❝ please remind me when i said that, because i definitely don't recall those words ever coming out of my mouth. ❞
AS LIPS PART TO REPLY, THE HOUSE, PLEASED AS A CAT TO BE CONVERSED ABOUT, leaves her a small plate of dried fruits and cheeses on the table, as well as a stack of thin white bandages to wrap her hands for training. with laughter like song gwyn gestures towards the gifts ' not always, but it seems apt to show off tonight, ' a moment later and another small plate appears, this time before mor, offering a small array of little tea sandwiches. oh how she loved the strange magic of this place ! striding forward, gwyn bypasses the snack to take up the task of wrapping her hands.
' he hasn't been here all week to my knowledge, some secret general business somewhere to attend to i expect. azriel is the only bat i've seen lurking around here. ' she beams at the compliment as she tucks the fabric tight around each palm, looking up to meet mor's warm gaze. praise flowed like wine as of late, especially after her trek up the mountain. undeserved, she feels, performative even if they knew how emerie had to carry her. yet from morrigan — mor, who had seen her broken and defeated, it made her spirit soar. she can almost forget her failures in the light of that smile. ' oh we would love to have you ! ' fingers fluttering excitedly before at the prospect her as she settles down tuck into her snack. ' we don't get outside company very often, it would be fun, especially for emerie. she always speaks highly of you. '
pleased to see the additional plate appear for her, mor approaches the spot just as gwyn does the same, the two meeting at the table as the other female starts to wrap her hands. she'll pick up one of the small sandwiches just as gwyn replies, and mor's smile remains even as she chews her food. there is happiness in the other female, of which wasn't there the last time they'd been in one another's presence, and it brings the blonde a feeling of pride in a way. she does not take credit for bringing the priestess to safety, but she does take credit in keeping her safe. though the two of them don't often speak directly with one another, mor asks about her often.
mor had learned the hard way that cassian is busy, though she'd at least seen him in passing as he'd left, but it's hardly a true problem. he'll be back eventually, and they'll be able to catch up as needed. for now, though, gwyn is her focus. swallowing the last bite of the first sandwich, she picks up another as the other finishes wrapping her hands and joins in snacking. ❝ well, give me a day and time and i'm there... and i'd love to finally meet emerie; i hear so much about her, but i still haven't met her. i was starting to think maybe she didn't actually exist. ❞ laughter is light and warm, and mor takes another bite of her sandwich before setting the rest of the small piece down as she chews and then swallows. ❝ so, you're here to train — why so late? will you be on your own tonight? ❞ the blonde inquires, head tilting ever so slightly.
sonja tries to hide her grin as the man approaches, but she knows he can see right through it. very few are around them in this moment, which is why she isn't keeping such a tight leash on her outward emotions. ❝ careful, lucian. you don't want anyone thinking we're friends. ❞ they're anything but and so much more. ❝ mind how you look at me. ❞ he is pleased to see her, but to the wrong eyes he'd look too pleased; it's something they cannot afford, despite sonja herself feeding right into it.
He's staring at the ring in the palm of his hand, lost in thought as he tilts his hand gently this way and that, watching without really seeing the way the sapphire glows in the firelight. A dozen memories wash over him: the fierce love in his mother's face as she gave him this ring before he was sent off to the Illyrian training camp, the pride in her voice when she asked for it back decades later. She had been so proud of him, so confident in the dreams he had for himself and the fate of their people. So certain that the Mother would bless him with a mate equal to the future in front of him.
The more time he spends with @loath3d, the harder it becomes to keep his feelings in check, to tamp down the raw instinct roaring in his blood. Should he tell her? He knows what Mor thinks. He's almost certain his mother would agree if she were here.
So lost is he in his memories that he doesn't even hear Feyre approaching until she's standing there, speaking to him. Instinctively, his hand closes over the ring in his palm as he rises to his feet. "You look like your old self again," he drawls, giving her a once over and a roguish wink. Although he does always find her beautiful, even earlier today when she was covered in fat, grease and human hair, the comment is more designed to distract from his confusion and embarrassment at being caught mooning over her.
He leans against the wall beside the fireplace and crosses his arms over his chest before addressing her accusation. "It's nothing. Seeing this ring again after so many centuries... It merely brought back memories of my mother."
feyre's head tilts at his comment, eyes narrowing only just as if waiting for him to add a playful jab to the end of it — but he doesn't. no, there's something akin to thoughtfulness, maybe even longing, written on his face, and it confuses the female. she'll give a small smile, though, hoping to keep from alarming the male. ❝ it's amazing what a long bath can do. ❞ she chuckles warmly as a light shade of pink fills her cheeks, taking a few steps closer to rhys as he leans back against the wall. she'd seen him looking down at something when she'd first entered the room, but perhaps it isn't her business to know what he'd been doing. after all, she's a guest here, more or less. or rather, she's only been here for so long, so she won't demand anything of anyone, least of all the high lord of the night court.
stopping just short of rhysand, she softens her expression, for the male is opening up to her. it's something she's been hoping for for longer than she cares to admit, but it fills her with a warmth she hasn't felt in quite a while. she smiles, though feyre's expression is a bit sad. again, she can hear the longing coming from him. ❝ it's beautiful... truly. ❞ what else can the female say? she'd never known rhysand's mother, but she knows how it feels to miss someone... even if her own mother had hardly done a thing for her, at least not when or where it mattered. ❝ was it a family heirloom that was passed down, or was it given to your mother by someone else? ❞ it seems to be a safe question to ask.
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will I actually be here this weekend? I really hope so. It’s been a crazy week, very stressful, and I’m just exhausted, but I miss y’all so so much <3 it’s been WEEKS since I’ve written and it makes me sad
grunts in response, his right hand more so - whatever xaden needs he'll do his damnest to get him. exactly like their fathers. anxiously standing by the door as healers tends to his wound, every now and again there's a 'careful' or 'hurry' is muttered. never liked the healers quadrant, always tending to his wounds himself - had little to no choice in this instant, couldn't get him to brennan in time. nods as they scramble out of the room, even has the decency to thank them for their time. ❝ feels horrible, ❞ shoulders sag as he pushes off the wall, grabbing a chair before he sits down in front of xaden. might attempt to lighten the mood - like garrick had attempted. now however he is bandaged, and there are no need to sugar coat the reality of their situation. ❝ you could've died asshole, ❞ he grimaces, could've lost him and then what?
his hopes of controlling the topic of conversation dissipate immediately, and he exhales deeply as he looks away from garrick. it's a fair statement from his friend, and one xaden feels surprisingly bad for. he swallows thickly, gathering his own thoughts to bring onyx gaze back to the other man. ❝ ... i'm aware. i just — i was distracted and reacted a second too fucking late. it was some kid from tail section... i think first squad. came out of nowhere. ❞ it's a foolish oversight on xaden's end, and it isn't one he'd readily admit to making to just anyone; garrick is one of the few he trusts fully and unconditionally. looking at his friend, his expression turns sad. vulnerability isn't something he shows often, but he will with garrick. ❝ i fucked up, man. ❞ they're lucky it hadn't cost him his life. as children of the rebellion, they have no shortage of enemies wherever they go, even in the riders quadrant; tonight is a stark reminder of that.
gaze drifts as he looks around, unsure whether or not something lures in the shadows - figures he must know, but like her he seems on edge. can never be too careful. ❝ whatever you need xaden, i've been a bystander for far too long, ❞ lied to and manipulated throughout her childhood. still she feels guilty, had little to no faith in anyone. now she has a chance to stand by them - the right side of history. her signet a rarity - teleportation, if it weren't for her markings general melgren likely would've pushed for an early graduation - or at least given her freedom to travel between basgiath and the frontlines - a messenger of sorts. ❝ i'd prefer if this stayed between the two of us.... ❞ despite everything melgren still kept tabs on her, and it might cost lives if he knows she's sworn alliance to the son of the great betrayer.
her words instill a confidence in him that has been wavering recently, and a slight smirk pulls at the corner of his lips as he watches her and gives a nod. however, her next statement brings him pause; not because he won't do as she's asked, but because it means having to keep secrets from those closest to him. regardless, xaden gives a slight nod before replying. ❝ there are others here that are on our side, serenay. i trust them — but if you need time to trust them, too, then i can wait. but make no mistake, being seen with me, with any of us that are marked, there will be eyes on you, so i can't guarantee people won't notice. people that you don't want to notice. ❞ xaden is warning her, in a way, letting her know of all that could go wrong should she fully agree to align herself with their cause. he swallows thickly before continuing, changing one last look around them to make sure their surroundings haven't changed and that no one has come upon them. ❝ you are one of us, but seeing as i didn't know until two minutes ago, i'm guessing very few others, if any, are aware of it, too. there's a good chance that will change — if you're sure about helping us. ❞
more starters and replies to threads to come throughout the week! got about 10+ things done today for replies/drafts, so i'm on a roll and feeling good. gotta go to bed now, tho... work tomorrow and i'm not looking forward to it lol <3
he does his best to refrain from smiling at the female, but it's near impossible. azriel does, however, manage to keep an even tone as he replies. ❝ is that the real reason you're here? ❞ it seems like such a silly thing she'd feel the need to tell him in person, yet here elain is, standing mere feet away from him as he rests at the table in the house of wind's dining room. he's been reading through various reports, but all of his attention is on the middle archeron. after all, it is so very rare for her to leave her bedroom most days.
the shadowsinger clears his throat as he approaches the middle archeron sister, not wanting to startle her too much with his sudden appearance. there's no real reason for him to be here in her garden, to join her in the place she seems most at peace, but he can't stay away. a light smile finds his lips, one that meets his hazel eyes. ❝ i hope i'm not interrupting... i thought you could use some water and some fruits. ❞ both hands lift into the air, showing her that he has both at her disposal should she choose to accept his offer. ❝ you've been out here for a while. ❞ no one had told him to keep her company, nor had he been ordered to keep an eyes on elain; he's here because he wants to be.
the cold air of velaris is thick with tension as azriel and elain stand in the snow-capped garden. with the members of their family-friend group nearby in the river house, it's surprising they managed to find a moment alone, but elain was getting better at this; the secret keeping, the silent footsteps, being unassuming and forgotten when the larger personalities would fill the room. she'd begun to feel a little bold, even. the most courage of her yearning manifestation was now, in the heat of this conversation as the two fae were straining from touching one another.
"i'm bad for you." @loath3d whispered, and when he did, azriel's scarred hands moved away from where they had been hovering near her.
she shouldn't have been surprised to hear it — really, she wasn't, but it didn't stop the way she physically recoiled like the words had been a lashing. it was pain at first, sadness that curled at the bottom of her stomach with a sinking feeling. why did he want to deny them both this? whatever this could be, whatever it was, was worth exploring for the potential of happiness. maybe make some sense of her place in this world that she was unwillingly thrust into. but that sadness swiftly began to boil into anger, the shock on her expression morphing through incredulity to outright indignation.
"and you think that is your choice, azriel? you believe yourself master of my heart and decisions? no, i choose what is worthy of me! and i have chosen you." there's a pause as she sharply inhales, struggling to find the words; her stature is straightening as the bravery to stand up for herself. "if you do not choose me in return, you only need to say so, if- if that is what this is about. but don't you dare dictate our fate because you can't see your own worth yet."
his words hadn't been spoken to punish elain; they'd been spoken to punish himself. he shouldn't want the archeron sister, after all, and he had no claim to her in any sense of the word. but why should his brothers be happy with two of the sisters when the third is not meant for him? perhaps it is jealousy on some level, but the male knows that it's so much more than that; it goes deeper. the connection between him and elain — it's unlike anything he's experienced in his long life, and though he wants nothing more than to keep hold of it, to nurture it, his high lord had forbade it. what might become of him were he to defy rhys, he isn't sure he wants to know, yet at the same time he's still standing outside with the female, mere inches of space between them.
her anger silences him, emanating out of elain in powerful waves. he knows her to be passionate, to be strong, but he's never experienced it like this nor has he ever been on the receiving end of the emotion. azriel hesitates, but only for a second, brows furrowing and hazel eyes searching brown. ❝ i never said i didn't want or choose you, elain. ❞ the male whispers. despite how softly he speaks, the words are firm, just as his eyes are on her. however, he can't tell her that she isn't wrong, not completely. he does not see the worth in himself that elain seems to, and it's something he's struggled with for most of his life. it's gotten easier over the centuries, but it'll never go away; not completely. what makes it worse is that she is pure and she is kind, and he does not believe he deserves those things in a partner. azriel swallows, lifting his scarred hand once more to cradle her face gently, his other hand following suit so that she has no choice but to look into his eyes; it's a bold move on his end, but it feels right. ❝ but i am not good for you, elain. there are... parts of me that i can't bear for you to see, and all i do is fear they'll drive you away if you find out. ❞ the male is quiet at the best of times, keeping all personal thoughts and emotions to himself, but not around her — never around her. they can sit in silence and he knows elain can read him like a book, and no one has done that before her. he hears a particularly loud cheer from the building nearest them, but he pays it little heed. ❝ don't choose me... for my sake, don't choose me, because i can't make myself not choose you. ❞ perhaps the male is weak, but staying away from her is near impossible; he needs her to deny him of her presence for him to stay away.
__________🏹 SHE ROLLS HER EYES AT THE TERM OF ADDRESS, BUT SHE HOLDS NO ILL FEELING. there is something endearing in the way he's said it. as if they could truly be friends ( he has seen her in her darkest days && the subsequent fall out, he has not turned away from her as she thought he should. it is not something she can take lightly ) her wariness is replaced by something all the more curious. the shattered glass inside, his offer to fly, it all speaks of something more authentic than him playing her for ulterior motive. he is not what she thought. ❛ you ... might have to carry me. ❜ she looks away, red tinting her neck && cheeks. if there is anything she hates, it is to feel as a burden. ❛ i don't want you to drop me. ❜ it's a small, mumbled admission, but a trusted one all the same.
the soft red that fills her cheeks upon her reply to his question has rhys shamelessly grinning from ear to ear at her. he knows he can't tell the female this so soon, but he adores the color on her skin, feels pride in being the one to bring it to the surface, and he'll immediately tug her a little closer — it's barely possible — as if trying to assure her it's more than okay. ❝ i won't drop you, i promise. ❞ he means it with every fiber of his being, rhysand looking over her face at such close proximity with violet gaze wandering as if to memorize everything about her. ❝ hold on tight and don't look down. ❞ it's her only warning, his arms tightly wrapped about her as his wings fan out behind him and he picks her up only to walk them off of the ledge of the balcony. they freefall for but a second before wings are flapping and lifting them high into the air, the cool breeze around them the perfect temperature to keep them cool, but not freezing. focusing on the space around them and getting them high enough, rhysand doesn't look down at the female in his grasp until they're at a comfortable altitude, his smile wide and happiness undeniable. ❝ how are you? ❞ they linger in place, wings keeping them balanced and stabilized as they move behind him.
